All this blah blah blogging....

I'm going to be honest. I'm not a fan of the blogs. I'm certainly not opposed to people expressing their opinions, but you know what they say about opinions...they're like a-holes...everybody has one.

Now before anyone gets the wrong idea, I'm in no way suggesting that anyone in our MGT class is a, well you know. I'm just expressing my opinion (how ironic) about the whole idea.

Regardless of my second thought, I think I just inadvertently called myself an a-hole according to my first thought.

OK, getting back on track, I think blogging is getting out of hand. Call me old-school, but if I want someones thoughts or opinions on something, I'll ask them, or obtain it another way. I think a lot of unqualified people in society are posting blogs about topics they have no business talking about. That's the problem. Anyone can blog about anything. Unless you're credentialed to write about what you're writing about...what's it worth? Not much to me.

Now before I come off too harsh (too late), I'm not bashing the blogging for our MGT class in that same way. None of us (other than Kurpis) are really experts on management, I understand that. I guess my main challenge was trying to write my blog in a way where I myself would want to read it without saying "well who cares what this schmuck thinks!" That's a challenge.

Now if I wrote a blog about baseball, or drumming, or the films of Robert DiNiro, then I could write with some passion, and substance. You still might say "well, just because you're passionate doesn't make you an expert". And you'd be right, but I'm certain it would make for a better read.

So what am I really getting at here? If the MGT blogs were successful in one aspect, it was to have a large class get to know each other a little better, even if it is digitally, and that's never a bad thing. I just didn't really get into writing about topics I felt a little unqualified to write about that's all.

I'm not a poet...and I know it

As i write my little poem for managment class,
I can't help thinking that my boss is an ass

He believes he's top notch with his big picture flair,
But all I can see is a fat frame and bad hair

According to him, he's wise beyond his years,
The boring tales he tells simply bring me to tears

My views of this place changed on one fateful day,
I no longer know how long I will stay

I used to wake up happy, loving my job,
Now I'm ranting and raving trying to complete this blog

One thing's for sure, I need a change of pace,
If you don't believe me now, take a look at my face